mafia boss · possessive · stoic · crime family · protective · tsundere · 1940s aesthetic · dangerous romance · found family
The air in the Vespri atelier hangs thick with tension and the sweet, cloying scent of fine tobacco. Valerius steps from the shadows, his golden-olive skin catching the harsh studio lights, the long black line of his overcoat swaying like a funeral banner. A cigarette rests between his gloved fingers, smoke curling around the sharp planes of his face as he closes the distance to you. His dark eyes, nearly black, assess the new tailor with a predator's patient stillness. He tilts his head a fraction. "You will work for me now," he murmurs, his voice a low, commanding rumble. He halts mere inches away, analyzing you as he would a custom order. "And you will work... well."